AceOfSpades wrote:Mine is January 25th and i have never met anyone with the same birthday.

Lucky! I happen to share mine with a rather famous dead man. I can't remember his name exactly, but he's the son of someone supposedly very important. Peeces or Meeses or Jeebus or something, I can't remember.

A flap of the wings yesterday means big changes tomorrow.Let's work together to keep the present inevitable.

If only Wash were a magical zombie like Jesus. I miss him. Now who will pilot my spaceship?"Life IS pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something."Alex Trebek: Oh good. Mr. Connery wants to say something.Sean Connery: I've thought of some more foreign ladies I snogged.

I'm a neophyte here, but I have nothing to hide. I was born November 20, in the long-forgotten year of 1959.I'm too young to be classified as a Baby-Boomer, and too old for Generation-X. I guess that makes me a part of Generation-W

It is a cruel paradox that the the people with the narrowest minds have the biggest mouths and the thickest heads.

A samurai once asked Zen Master Hakuin where he would go after he died.Hakuin answered, "How am I supposed to know?""How do you know? You're a Zen master?" exclaimed the samurai. "Yes, but not a dead one," Hakuin answered. Zen Mondohttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3YOIImOoYM